Swetha's pov:
i went to work but my focus was somewhere else
one thing i have learned from my past relationship is that communication is the key
so what if he did not come home? i will go to him-what ever happens i have to find out his intentions....i brought a flower bouquet and movie tickets...i wanted to ask him out for a movie...then slowly communicate-talk it out.
no one likes being a replacement- because if you are a replacement you will be replaced eventually....
i drove my car to the Verma.co, i got here well but i am getting nervous....should i go inside like this? unannounced?
i went inside putting my thoughts aside....no one stopped me-i took a direct elevator to Anand's office.
i walked in unexpectedly. my eyes fall on a scene that instantly made my heart stop for a beat. There, he was standing in the glare of lights, His broad shoulders tense slightly as the slender arms of his rumored lover wrapped around him from behind.
"playing hard to get." Her tone is light, teasing, but it carries an undercurrent that made me uneasy, flower bouquet fell down from my hands.
He turned his head slightly, catching sight of me in his peripheral vision, his eyes widening with a mixture of relief and concern. He quickly stepped away from her embrace.
The woman, sensing the tension, stepped back too, her face showing a mask of surprise and awkwardness.
"I didn't mean anything by it," she said, her voice wavering slightly as she glanced at me. "We were just catching up, like old times"
people like her, are the ones who take dumb decisions happily but are not happy facing their consequences...my anger getting to my head
"is this why you did not go home yesterday?" i asked glaring at him.
"what?" he looked as if he doesn't know what i was talking about "i was home yesterday night...you were asleep-so i did not wake you up" he added.
"oh" i replied and left from there....what is there for me to ask- when i can see everything clearly. tears threatened to rush out of my eyes
"swetha wait"...hah i don't even know who my husband is calling at this moment....is it her or is it me?, i tried controlling myself as much as i can but tears still slipped out....i secretly wiped them off not looking back
i got in to the lift and pressed the close button but a hand came in before the doors could close, i knew who that hand belongs to but i did not lift my head
"swetha, why are you not listening?" he asked panting a little-must be because he ran after me
am i happy that he is here with me....he did not go with her? yes but do i want to have this conversation? no.
"don't ignore me like that, you brought a bouquet for me?" he asked moving beside me-the lift landed in the reception floor and i walked out...i went straight to the entrance.
"go and catchup with your childhood friend" i replied in rage
"catch up my foot" he said still trailing behind me
suddenly i heard a crowd and flashes...camera flashes to be exact....i stood still as if i was stoned, i was nervous...i couldn't even hear anything at this minute i felt a hand wrapping my shoulders...i could feel the warmth of this person even through his shirt- i felt a little calmer, i could hear the questions of the paparazzi
"madam...is the article released true?"
"miss swetha, why are you in verma .co...is it true that you both have an affair?"
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